Baze stiffens. Even now that he's older, Master Sheotar still inspires awe in him. "We... are bruised, Master, but still whole," he says, and sighs. She knows it's a lie. She knows everything. "I have a broken collarbone and a broken foot. Eiko has had her arms battered. Chirrut has a broken nose."
Master Sheotar's gaze snaps to Chirrut. "Explain yourself, Chirrut Imwe. Your friends aren't the only ones you've put into the infirmary this morning."
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Date: 2017-04-25 06:42 am (UTC)Master Sheotar's gaze snaps to Chirrut. "Explain yourself, Chirrut Imwe. Your friends aren't the only ones you've put into the infirmary this morning."